would she say?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“Whether she was talking to you or talking to Rowan.”
I laughed.
It felt strange after everything.
But good.
Dad stopped beside a bench.
“Phoebe, I want to tell you something before you make any decisions.”
“I’m not staying because of Leo.”
“I know.”
“And I’m not leaving because you’re angry.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
He looked toward the playground.
“Marriage is rarely decided by one terrible day,” Dad said. “But sometimes one terrible day shows you something you’ve been refusing to
